#mr.martin

[deadmockin]

group shot!!! 💖📷

[patrickispinky]

totally random and not sure if you would do it, but if you take writing requests...been craving a mr.martin x reader smutty one-shot. no one has anything written for that man and call me a weirdo but I think he's hot 😭 maybe something where reader goes to mr.martin for advice, one thing leads to another...of course reader would be of age, im thinking someone who died before mr.martin or around the same time? possible with praise and seemingly innocent reader if you can get the picture. the idea is just your basic teacher kink tbh, bent over the desk in a skirt is hot too...whatever you want to do but I've been thinking about it and can't write for shit myself 😀 sorry for the long request 🙏

Teachers Pet

Everett Martin x TA!Fem!Reader

2.6k Words

Warnings: Smut, P in V, Age gap (E.M is 38 and R is in her early 20s), Teacher x Teachers Assistant, Anxious reader, kinda oc Mr.Martin (I mad him a Soft!Dom), Cunnilingus, Overstimulation, Dacrophilia, Begging, Unoretected PnV, Desk sex, Public sex, Rough sex, Use of the nicknames 'good girl' 'sweet girl' 'pretty baby' 'naghty girl' 'sweetheart' 'baby' and 'honey'.

1954, four years before the admired chemistry teacher Everett Martin lost his life in a fire, someone else perished in the school that would soon be labeled cursed by those who read about death after death between the walls of a place built for teens to learn.

You were young, ambitious, and full of passion for your work. Working your way up to becoming a teacher, learning first hand as you walked through those doors every Wednesday through Friday.

Your story carried through the halls for years. It's such a shame they'd say. She died too young, tragic really. Your life got ripped away before you even got a chance to truly live it.

Hit and run, drunk driver. The story writes itself. Your feet were just about to step off school grounds before you saw the bright headlights and heard a terrible screech. Ever since then you've been forced to haunt the halls of Split River high. A place that used to bring you hope for the future only now reminding you that you no longer had one.

It was lonely at first, no one to talk to, just doing the same thing over and over again. That was until the fire in the chemistry lab. Two people lost their lives. Everett Martin and Janet Hamilton, though for some reason Janet claims to have fallen down the stairs resulting in a head injury that sadly caused her death. You choose not to question it.

In time More followed, rounding up an interesting group of kids from different backgrounds and times. You'd been kinda like a mentor over the years. Assisting Mr.Martin in the afterlife support group, teaching Rhonda new coping skills despite her constantly brushing past her issues, showing up to every one of Wallys games, trying to ease the pain of Charlie's heart break, and being one of the firsts to find out when Janet moved on.

It was nice feeling important again, he made you feel important. You couldn't deny the slight crush you'd developed for the chemistry teacher over the years. Though you'd never admit it, you couldn't help but steal passing glances at him when he wasn't looking. Rhonda had teased you about it, being the only one who had noticed.

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It was late, the living having vacated the school to go back to their lives and the ghostly residence off doing their own thing.

Mr.Marin was in the library, a place that was reserved after hours as his office so he could plan for the upcoming week. Something he did every Friday night despite it being the same every year.

You're sure if your heart was still beating it would be the only thing you could hear. Tonight was the night, you were gonna tell him how you feel. It had been eating you alive, having to sit next to him in group everyday and pretend everything is fine.

Reluctantly you knocked on the door gently, hearing the soft sound of paper ruffling as Everett's voice traveled to your ears. "Come in" The tone so welcoming and inviting.

You opened one of the double doors, walking in. His face lit up when he saw you, a smile that always made you feel giddy inside. "Hello" your name rolled off his tongue buttery smooth.

"Hey Eve" A nickname you had given him years ago.

He waved you over to the front desk that he was sitting behind, papers scattered in front of him. You chewed at your lip nervously, fiddling with the puffed up sleeves of your dress. Everett eyed you, almost concerned.

"Is everything alright?" You tried to get your words out but stumbled, your nerves crawling. You watched as he pulled an extra chair out. "Please, have a seat." Okay this time you definitely thought you felt a heartbeat.

Your legs moved on your own accord, sitting right next to him. You gave him an awkward smile, one that said 'thank you'. You flattened out your dress and sat up straight in an attempt to gain some confidence, it was a feeble effort, your insides still felt like they were on fire.

"Whats going on?" He placed his hand on your knee, clearly worried about you.

"Um- how- how do you-" He sat there patiently, his thumb rubbing your knee in slow circles which just made everything 10x harder. "How do you deal with the loneliness?" You could feel your face heat up as the words left your lips. You couldn't believe you just asked him that.

"What do you mean?" He was clearly confused. "Were around people all the time, quite a wide variety of ghosts. I get that sometimes we miss interacting with the living but you've been here long enough to know that you just have to accept that we're here for each other." His voice was gentle.

You couldn't bring yourself to try and explain that that wasn't what you meant. Flustered, you tried to think of what to say but you kept drawing blanks. You've never wished more that the floor would just open up and swallow you whole than in this moment.

The air felt thick, you couldn't tell if he could feel it too. All of a sudden your clothes felt too tight and your body was on fire. Then you realized you were just staring blankly at him. You probably looked crazy right now. You knew you had to do something or you'd explode. The presser was too much, just make a move.

Without much thought you reached over, grabbing his face, and connected your lips to his. It had been a long time since you'd kissed anyone. It was soft, warm, almost made you forget about the burning pool deep in your stomach.

It wasn't until Eve made a noise, close to a groan, that you had realized how deep the kiss had gotten. Your whole body felt like it was on fire as you pulled away.

You took in several deep breaths that you knew you didn't need. Embarrassment and desire mixing dangerously. You didn't know whether or not you should apologize and leave or lean in for more.

You didn't have to make a decision because he made it for you. You felt Eve grab you by the collar of your shirt, pulling you in violently as his lips crashed back into yours with so much force you couldn't help the surprised noise that left your mouth.

Red hot passion as your lips moved against each others, teeth and tongue clashing together. Your hands made their way up to his face, cupping his jaw as you hummed into his mouth.

You felt his arms snake around your waist, pulling you forward. Your legs moved on their own accord as you stood up, climbing into his lap.

It had been so long since you've felt like this, it was almost like someone else had crawled into your skin and took control, giving you ungodly confidence to take what you wanted. No, not what you wanted, what you needed.

You felt his growing bulge under you as you began to move your hips. A small breathless whimper left your lips. Two lost, desperate, souls chasing after desire. Your pace picked up until it was almost animistic the way you moved against his so desperately. His hands rocked your hips so rhythmically, like there was a frantic beat he was following.

The feeling was intoxicating but it wasn't enough. You needed more, you needed all of him. It was almost painful to pull away from the kiss but as Eve opened his eyes it was worth it. He had a deep, lustful, look in his eyes. You were sure you looked the same.

"Please" It sounded more desperate than you wanted it to but honestly you couldn't care less right now. "Need it"

"What do you need honey?" His voice was rough. You felt his hand creep under your shirt, making their way up your back. His touch was gentle, a big difference from how he was just man handling your hips only moments ago.

"You" The way your voice broke made you feel pathetic. It was honestly sad how bad you wanted him.

"Get on the desk." It was a command hidden behind a gentle voice. You didn't think twice before climbing out of his lap and lifting yourself onto the desk In front of you. "Good girl" A sick heat pooled in your stomach at the nickname.

You watched as he stood up, walking over to you and slowly lowered himself to the ground. It was a beautiful sight, him on his knees, between your legs but then you felt his hand snake around your ankle, slowly getting lower until he slid one of your kitten heels off, then the other, dropping them onto the floor with a soft klank.

His fingernails drew gently over your skin as his hands made their way up your legs slowly, making soft lines on your thighs. The way he looked up at you as he pushed your skirt up slightly to kiss your knee made you want to scream. You brought your hand down to run your fingers through his hair, tugging slightly, electing an almost pornographic noise from him. He looked disheveled, hair messy, face red, and glasses fogged up. It was delectable.

Finally you felt him pull at the waste band of your panties. You didn't wait for him to ask, you lifted yourself up slightly so he could pull your panties down your legs and drop them somewhere on the floor.

His warm breath fanned over your skin as he brought himself closer to where you needed him more than anything. He made a soft stride on the lips of your cunt before pushing your legs open wider and spreading you open with his fingers, diving in with his tongue.

The heat that spread through your body was undescribable. Years of tension slowly being washed away with every flick of his tongue. The filthy noises he made between your legs filling the room. Both your whimpers mixing together in perfect harmony.

The pressure built fast as his pace quickened, sloppy and wet. The knot in your stomach coiling tighter and tighter util it finally snapped, shaking, the moan you let out was humiliatingly loud.

Everett kept going, working you through your orgasms until you were on the brink of tears. Your hands pulling at his hair for him to stop.

When he pulled away he looked up at you, eyes cloudy and glasses fogged. His chin now covered in a coat of your slick and cum.

"Are you gonna cry sweet girl?' His voice was laced with honey sweet mockery. It was almost condescending.

You managed to choke back the tears that threatened to fall from your eyes. He stood up, wiping his mouth with his sleeve.

"it's okay pretty baby" his hand caressed you cheek gently, an attempted to sooth your clearly overwhelmed state. His lips connected to yours, nothing like the animalistic way he kissed you earlier, this was soft, gentle, warm.

His hands slipped down to your waist, holding them gently. Your hands slipped round the back of his neck, playing with his hair as you melted into the kiss.

You two stayed like this until you were no longer shaky. Once his lips finally left yours and he opened his eyes he had the most tender look you had ever seen. Like you were something precious, lust being pushed to the side as he took a moment to admire you.

"Stop staring" It was teasing but also embarrassed. It had been a long time since anyone had looked at you like that. It made you feel vulnerable, bare, like he was seeing more than just your face but your soul.

"Can't help it." His voice was somehow rough but gentle at the same time. Your face heated up, all the new found confidince you had earlier was gone. Desire still lingered, but you felt awkward in the silence.

"Bend over the desk." It was the same demanding soft tone he used earlier.

You stood up, pushing some of the papers he had laying around aside so you had more room. You felt his hands push you against the desk, putting pressure on the small of your back so you were arched. A surprised gasp left you lips as you caught yourself, hands grippig the edge of the desk.

You could here the sound of his belt unbuckle following by a zipper being pulled down.

"I'm gonna be gentle, I promise." His hands lifted your skirt, cold air hitting your bare cunt. You felt his tip probing at your entrance. The anticipation was suffocating, you pushed back against him but his hand grabbed your hip tightly, stopping you with a tut.

"Naughty girl, didn't your mama ever teach you patience?" You let out a whine. You hand never needed anything more than you needed Everett in this moment. "Be a good girl and beg."

"Please." This time the tears did fall.

"Please what?" You had never heard him talked so condescending to anyone before, let alone you. You hated to admit it but it was fucking hot.

"Please fuck me" Your voice broke with tears and desire, you'd be ashamed if it weren't for the throbbing between your legs.

"I'd have to be a monster to say no to that." Without a second best he slipped inside. It was slow, almost agonizing as you felt every inch. It didn't take long for him to bottom out, giving you a second to breath through your soft whimpers that you didn't even realize you were making.

His thumb made slow circles on your hip before he began to move. Your grip on the desk tightened as you tried to ground yourself. Your teeth dug into your bottom lip, silencing yourself but as you did Eve stopped.

His hand moved from your hips to reach around to grab your jaw, he grabbed it hard, forcing you to stop biting your lip. "Wanna hear you Honey."

You let out a whine, not just from him grabbing your jaw but from him stopping. You bounced back onto him a moan falling from your lips as his hand moved back to your hips, copying your rhythm.

His pace quickened, making your legs shake. You were sure your moans could be heard down the hall.

"So good for me Sweetheart." Skin met skin, a filthy, wet, squelching sound coming from your pussy.

Your head fell down onto the desk, no longer being able to hold it up. His hands fell from your hips once again, slapping your ass.

"Fuck yourself baby." He watched as you moved against him, ass bouncing back almost desperately. The groans he let out was what made the coil in your stomach tighten.

"You close pretty baby?" You nodded your head against the desk. His hands found perch on your hips once again, his pace inhuman. Pain mixed with pleasure as you came, shaking, moaning loudly.

"Fuck" his thrust became blunt as he let out a choked out moan, spilling inside you.

You both stayed like this for a moment, catching your breaths as you came down from your highs.

When he pulled out you could feel his cum leaking out of you. You sat up, adjusting your dress as he tucks himself back into his pants. You couldn't bring yourself to feel embarrassed about your disheveled state. A smile broke out on Everetts face, one you couldn't help but mimic.

"You wanna set up the projector in the gymnasium and watch a movie?" His voice was smooth, you nodded and he grabbed your hand, pulling you into the hall.

The night ended with you two curled up together watching The Outsiders and eating popcorn. No more anxiety or fear just the two of you in your own version of paradise.

(The ending probably feels rushed and that's because it was. I had to get this out my drafts y'all. Sorry if it's shitty.)

@unholypsychic

[georgeharrisonswife-real]

mr martin in booty shorts..

[focsle]

Little moment that made him happy.

[id in alt text]

[liberalrary]

That moment, when a woman considers marrying a man just becuase his proposal letter was well composed... Oh that 19th century...

[phenolholic]

I will be getting mario maker and I will expect people to play my stages.

[chrismar10]

NO NO NO NO WHY AM I DOING THIS TO MYSELF